Throwing up six times in eight hours–and avoiding that huge list of non-kosher-for-Passover foods all week–yielded a loss of three pounds at Weight Watchers this week.
I know bulimia is a terrible, tragic thing, and I know it’s probably a sign that my psyche needs adjusting, but the fact that I lost more weight this week than I have in any of the last seventeen does make me wish (just a teeny bit) that I threw up more often.
In more pleasant, healthier news, I braved the downpours and went to the farmer’s market in Union Square this morning, where I bought some more buffalo bacon (used in both my Clean-Out-the-Fridge Lentil Soup with Turkey Meatballs and Farro & White Bean Soup with Escarole), and a nice buffalo brisket. Now that I know how rewarding and easy it is to make a brisket myself, I’ll use a healthier kind of meat. Assuming it’s defrosted in time (they’re sold frozen), that’s on the agenda for tomorrow afternoon.